Plenty of room..." Superb to witness the fashion in which Mrs.Le Page gazed at the dog-cart.
"For all of us ?...

Dear Mrs.Cole, I scarcely think--And Charlotte's frock..." Then Jeremy turned his eyes to Charlotte.

She sat under a miniature sunshade of white silk and lace, a vision of loveliness.

She was a shimmer of white, a little white cloud that had settled for a moment upon the seat of the carriage to allow the sun to dance upon it, to caress it with fingers of fire, so to separate it from the rest of the world for ever as something too precious to be touched.

Jeremy had never seen anything so lovely.
He blushed and scraped his boots the one against the other.
"And this is Jeremy ?" said Mrs.Le Page as though she said: "And this is where you keep your little pigs, Mr.Monk ?" "Yes," said Jeremy, blushing.
"Charlotte, you know Jeremy.